Where are the tax forms?
Right behind you.
Where?
Right over there.
Here?
Yes.
Should I use this form?
I don't know.
Maybe this one?
Really, I don't know.
Why can't you tell me?
I'm not allowed to give tax advice. I'm not a tax professional. I'm a lowly deskslave.
I'm not asking for tax advice, it's just information.
Look, even if I was allowed to give tax advice, you wouldn't want my advice. I don't even do my own taxes. I'm lucky to find my way to work.
Why don't you have tax forms any more?
We do.
Then where are they?
Right behind you.
Is there somebody who will do my taxes for me?
We have some volunteers who offer help. It's by appointment only. All the slots were filled months ago. I can put you on this very long waiting list, though.
So nobody will do my taxes for me?
Well, actually, you can have the IRS calculate your taxes for you.
Really? How do I do that?
Here, it's this form here, the Schedul D'OH! Just fill in your name and check off the box where it says: "I'm a chicken, please pluck me."
Where's the tax forms at?
Right there.
Which one am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
Why don't you have the incredibly obscure form that I think I need?
I don't know. But I'll print it out for you.
I'm still very upset about having to do my taxes at all. May I berate and abuse you since I am powerless to express my rage directly to the Internal Revenue Service?
By all means.
I almost forgot...could I also hector you?
Feel free.
Malign you?
Indeed.
Call into question your intelligence and integrity?
It would be my pleasure.
Why can't I get a reaction from you?
Because I'm not really listening.
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